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12.35: Hans Ulrich Gumbricht quoting (whom I heard to be) Pablo Morales. Universidad Diego Portales, Facultad de Comunicación y Letras.
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day, Kunst / Art, The Love Libration Movement, bla bla on writing and language, never written books - or telling titles
Hvad jeg gerne ville skrive om på bloggen lige nu:
En intro om at læse en intro, der udreder et kludret og endeløst forgrenet stamtræ, som vokser og vokser og bare bliver ved og ved og er kortlagt bagest i bogen, så man bladrer frem og tilbage og repeterer på vejen, men forstår kun lidt – min intro ditto.
Om det hemmeliges potentiale som værende det ultimative skabelses-frirum i en kunstnerisk kontekst
Om Walid Raad, “performance as faith” og Raads fascination af enkeltpersoner i historien.
Om at vågne op og ikke vide hvem man er eller hvor man er, men være sikker på, at det er juleaften.
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day, In the mood for, The Love Libration Movement
“If you play me, I’ll play you” is a sentence I still haven’t understood. It appeared in a talk by artist Hassan Khan at Homeworks IV in Beirut last April. It was just a sentence in a sampled pop song or something like that – but it has kept lingering in my head. Like a play back system. Now, reading an interview on love with the psychoanalyst Jacques-Alain Miller I’m wondering whether the sentence might be a synonym for a psychoanalytical understanding of a love relation between two people. Jacques Alain Miller says that one loves the person that can answer the question: “Who am I?” and it means that one has to acknowledge one has a lack that the other person can fill. As such, one is also dependent on the other person, which is why some people become aggressive from love – it’s difficult to admit one’s dependency and thereby one’s independency.
If you make me play, press the magical play button that make my self sing on all of its strings, then, I’ll play you(rs).
Ocean's Thirteen and a love dilettante in a screen. Flying to Beirut the 24th of October 2007
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day
Fathers have only to mistake effects for causes, believe in the reality of an “afterlife,” or maintain the value of eternal truths, and the bodies of their children will suffer.
“Nietzsche, Genealogy, History” in Language, Counter-Memory, Practice, p. 147
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day, Livet i London / Notes on London, notes on cph
“Neighbourhood is a tissue of looks” Quotation found on the last page of a notebook – think it dates back from Home Works IV, Beirut.
The idea of looks as a tissue is smooth and soft or claustrophobic and strangling. It adds tactility to the imprint of the social on our bodies. And remembers me to either draw the curtains or expose my intimacy to the others. It reminds me of the stalker in London, the young guy who followed me into our garden and suddenly looked at me through the kitchen window establishing a strange hybrid of my own face reflexion and his hooded black cheeks, eyes, mouth, and nose. We shared a gaze of no direction and of no fear – for at least 2 or 3 seconds – until i remembered that i had to feel it, the fear, and backed out, ran upstairs and asked the guys for help. Maybe his gaze was about the complexity of touch. Maybe it was about facing the other. I surely felt a Levinasian moment of encounter was created, that something had been trespassed leaving me able to surrender to the other. The encounter existed for seconds, it was framed by the time of my cat eyes’ ability to change perspective in the dark; from a reflexion of myself to his face, the face of the other. Yet, a distancing and reflexive material kept us apart, i was inside, he was outside and the window made us aware. Ideas of property made me alert to the danger of the situation and what remained after it was a bodily anxiety engendered by these streets, in my neighbourhood where letterboxes turned into potential stalkers and hasty gazes flickered from under my cap. Regardless of my experience i still want to be stubborn, to let the tissue of looks be a backdrop, a cloth that firemen holds when a self-malicious person wants to commit suicide from the top of a building. I cannot but believe in my surroundings and I beg for this tissue to be strong enough, to let it bear me in my free fall into place.
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day, bla bla on writing and language
Les dents, la bouche
Les dents la bouchent
L’aidant la bouche
Laides en la bouche
Lait dans la bouche
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Foucault, Michel. “Theatrum Philosophicum” in Language, Counter-Memory, Practice. Selected Essays and Interviews. Oxford : Basil Blackwell, 1977, p.180
The 25th of May, 2007, I found a handwritten note on a bus ticket Stansted Airport-Liverpool Street Station saying: the dead transform the living into partners in struggle.
I made it into a post on my blog not knowing where I had found the words.
Today, the 16th of July, 2008, I’m reading an article about The Black Audio Film Collective written by Jean Fisher. Here, I read a quotation from the most famous films of BAFC Handsworth Songs: “For those who have known the cruelties of becoming … let them bear witness to the process by which the living transform the dead into partners in struggle.”
Sometime during spring 2007 I went to Liverpool to see an exhibition on BAFC and most probably
I have heard the sentence and written it down on the piece of paper closest to me. I must have written it in a hurry, as I can hear now that I confused dead with living and thereby let the past work on the present. By reading todays quotation I understand that it’s the other way around, it’s the present that works on the past.
By now I know again that the 28th of March 2007 I travelled from Denmark to London to wake up early in the morning to go to Liverpool to watch the exhibition on BAFC on the 29th. I therefore had a bus ticket from Stansted to Liverpool Street Station in London in within reach when sitting in a dark room watching Handsworth Songs
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BAFC is an artists/intellectuals collective from the 1980’s and 1990’s England. They partake in my dissertation at The University of Copenhagen. Their film Handsworth Songs from 1986 can be seen here:
Handsworth Songs
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day, In the mood for, bla bla on writing and language
“Suddenly the door opened and the long sinister figure of Mr. Lytton Strachey stood on the threshold,” Woolf later recalled in a talk at the private Memoir Club. His entrance heralded her conversational liberation. Strachey pointed to a stain on the white dress worn by Virginia’s sister. “Semen?” he inquired.
“Can one really say it?” Woolf remembered thinking, “and we burst out laughing. With that one word all barriers of reticence and reserve went down. A flood of sacred fluid seemed to overwhelm us. Sex permeated our conversation. The word bugger was never far from our lips. We discussed copulation with the same excitement and openness that we had discussed the nature of good.”
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About my red dot on a yellow dress
About Virginia Woolf
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Hamilton, Nigel. Biography. A Brief History. Harvard University Press : Cambridge/Massachusetts, London/England, 2007, p. 160-161
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day
Borough market, London, yesterday morning.
Filed under: Dagens ord / Word(s) of the day, bla bla on writing and language, notes on cph
A word:
palimpsest |ˈpalimpˌsest|
noun
a manuscript or piece of writing material on which the original writing has been effaced to make room for later writing but of which traces remain.
• figurative something reused or altered but still bearing visible traces of its earlier form : Sutton Place is a palimpsest of the taste of successive owners.
DERIVATIVES
palimpsestic |ˌpalimpˈsestik| adjective
ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: via Latin from Greek palimpsēstos, from palin
‘again’ + psēstos ‘rubbed smooth.’
A figure and a book:
Rachilde, Homme de Lettres – Son Oeuvre, Portrait et Autographe by André David
A website:
Mohammed Image Archive
A sentence and a tune:
“What’s love got to, got to do with it?”
A film:
Derek Jarman’s Blue
(I’m indebted to Akram Zaatari and his work This Day (2003, 86 minutes) for the title of this post. Thank you for an inspiration, which in this case is more of an association than a theoretical consideration)
